Take it
Dom!Caitlyn Kiramman x F!Reader.
WARNING: smut!!! public sex, use of strap-on.
Summary: You both were invited to the founders party but Caitlyn really has a soft spot for you in that purple dress with a slit up the leg, she needs to fill you up right now.
Her hand comes up to your face and her middle index and ring fingers press against your bottom lip. Fuck the party can go on, nobody cares, let Caitlyn fuck you in the fucking closet.
"Open" she orders with a voice hoarse with desire, obviously you obey her and open your mouth to be greeted with her fingers inside your mouth cavity. You start sucking them, making it a matter of getting them wet enough.
Your desperate pleas fall on deaf ears as Caitlyn continues her relentless assault on your quivering pussy. Her fingers pump in and out at a breakneck pace, stretching your tight walls to their limit. Drool escapes the corner of your mouth, trailing down your chin as she claims your mouth in a bruising kiss.
"Mmmph...you taste so fucking good," Caitlyn growls against your lips. "Gonna...fuck...this needy cunt...until you scream." Her words are punctuated by the lewd squelch of her fingers plunging deep inside you.
She captures your wrists again, pinning them above your head as she presses her body flush against yours. The heat of her skin sears you even through the fabric of her dress. Her thigh nudges between your legs, providing delicious friction against your throbbing clit with each thrust of her fingers.
"That's it, take it...take my fingers like a good little slut," Caitlyn commands, her blue eyes blazing with lust. She curls her fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids.
Your legs tremble uncontrollably, barely able to support your weight as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo. Caitlyn's grip on your wrists tightens, holding you in place as she drives you closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck...I'm gonna...ahhh!" Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching vice-tight around Caitlyn's pumping fingers. She doesn't let up, fucking you through the aftershocks until you're reduced to a whimpering, boneless mess against the wall.
Caitlyn doesn't let up, continuing to pound into your spasming pussy as you come apart in her arms. She grinds her thigh harder against your sensitive clit, drawing out your orgasm until you're a mewling, incoherent mess.
"Look at you, falling apart so beautifully for me," Caitlyn purrs, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Such a perfect little cumslut."
She finally withdraws her fingers, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean of your essence. The sight sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you.
"Mmm... delicious. But I'm not nearly done with you yet," Caitlyn promises with a wicked grin. She spins you around to face her, her hands gripping your ass possessively.
In one swift motion, she lifts you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around her waist. The move presses your dripping pussy directly against the bulge of her strap-on, the thick latex rubbing deliciously against your sensitive folds.
"Brace yourself, baby. I'm going to fuck this needy cunt until you can't walk straight," Caitlyn warns, her voice low and husky with desire.
With that, she thrusts forward, spearing you open on her thick cock in one brutal stroke. A guttural moan tears from your throat at the sudden intrusion, your walls stretching deliciously around her girth.
Caitlyn sets a punishing pace, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. The lewd slap of skin on skin echoes obscenely in the small closet, mingling with your wanton cries of pleasure.
"Fuck, you take my cock so well," Caitlyn grunts, her hips snapping forward with each powerful thrust. "This cunt was made for me, wasn't it? Made to milk my dick dry."
She leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as she continues to ruthlessly fuck you into oblivion. Your nails rake down her back, leaving red welts in their wake as you cling to her for dear life.
Caitlyn's grip on your ass tightens as she continues to pound into you relentlessly, the thick strap-on splitting you open with each brutal thrust. She breaks the kiss, leaning her forehead against yours as she gazes into your eyes with pure, unfiltered lust.
"Look at you, taking my cock like a champ," she pants, her hips never faltering in their punishing rhythm. "Such a perfect little fucktoy for me to use."
She reaches between your bodies, her fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. The added stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure racing up your spine, your inner walls clenching greedily around her pistoning cock.
"That's it, cum for me again," Caitlyn commands, her voice a low, authoritative growl. "Cum on my dick like a good little slut."
Her words, combined with the relentless pounding of her hips and the expert ministrations of her fingers, prove to be your undoing. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your pussy spasming wildly around Caitlyn's thick length as you throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy. Caitlyn doesn't let up, fucking you through the intense waves of pleasure until you're reduced to a twitching, mewling mess in her arms. She captures your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing your wanton moans as she continues to drive into you with reckless abandon.
"Fuck, you're so tight," she groans against your mouth, her hips stuttering as she chases her own release. "Gonna fill this needy cunt up with my cum."
With a final, powerful thrust, Caitlyn buries herself to the hilt inside you, her strap-on pulsing as she finds her own peak. She grinds against you, her hips rolling in slow, deep circles as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
Finally, she pulls out with a wet pop, a trickle of your mingled juices dripping down her thigh. Caitlyn sets you down gently, her hands steadying you as your shaky legs try to support your weight. She gives you a moment to catch your breath, her blue eyes roaming over your disheveled form with undisguised satisfaction.
"You did so well, baby," Caitlyn purrs, running a hand through your tousled hair. "Took my cock like a champ."
She leans in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your swollen lips. It's a stark contrast to the rough, aggressive kisses from before, but no less electrifying. Her fingers trace the curve of your cheek, the pad of her thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" Caitlyn suggests, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Wouldn't want anyone to see what a mess I've made of you."
